Ode to King Jee

By deVinePoet, May 01, 2004

There he is on his round sit of power...deVinePoet does it again!

There he is on his round seat of power
The throne he won by a hair
He put his life on the line
For all the house guests there
He fought his way to the fridge
To save the bacon from Jun’s mouth
He made sure the hot summer breeze
Shifted from North to South
He’s upset that no one listens
As he pontificates all night
He’s puffed up with his own ego
And ready for a good fight
He’s such a little whiner
‘no one is playing this game for me
I’m put myself out there all week
And it’s not even week three!'
His chest is growing bigger
And so his friggin’ head
If he doesn’t stop his yammering
He’ll wish he were dead
What he doesn’t realize
Is once his reign is done
He’ll just be another lowly smuck
I can’t wait! That’ll be so much fun!